Fic: Better Sober | DCU | Jason Todd/Lois Lane | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Better Sober
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Lois Lane
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,059
Prompt: For Porn Battle XI: cougar, cigarette, dirty, lust, story, hidden; For kissbingo: Experimental: Fruit; For 50_darkfics: Never
Summary: Months after their one-night stand, Lois visits Jason in New York... with a few surprises.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here, this is the long-awaited (and completely self-indulgent!) third part of the Cougar-verse; follows Cast-Off and The Morning After. Angst warning for Lois and Clark's past break-up and Clark's past infidelity.
Better Sober
Jason only really had enough time to register that Lois had come to his filthy apartment in New York before she'd started stripping them both and he had her propped against the kitchen island, pushing into her in one long, deep stroke. And Jesus fuck, she was tighter than he remembered. It must've been longer than Jay thought since he'd gone to Metropolis and been her rebound boy. A couple months, maybe?
But that didn't exactly matter right now, as he pulled back and pumped into her again, feeling her squeeze him from the inside, her fingers tangled in his hair and pulling till his scalp stung. She tugged his head back, and he went with it, letting his eyes drift shut as she pressed forward to bite and suck at his neck, little whimpers of pleasure escaping her while he set up a rhythm of long, even thrusts. God fucking dammit, it was sweet, and Jason knew he wasn't gonna last long, not like this, with the hottest woman he'd ever fucked-the woman that'd once been Superman's-rocking against him, taking him deeper.
Moving one hand off her thigh where he'd been supporting her-shit, she was strong, hooking her leg around him to compensate-he twined his fingers into her long hair and pulled her head back in turn, dipping down to kiss her thoroughly.
Lois's lips tasted like strawberries and some kind of citrus fruit, sweet and just a little acidic, but underneath was the mint of her toothpaste, the very faint taste of menthol and tobacco-Jason's brand, he'd know it anywhere-and lots of strong coffee. If anything, that spurred him on, and he thrust into her faster, heat pooling in his belly. Lois pulled on his hair harder, ripping strands out, and Jay felt her tense against him, her body going rigid as she convulsed around his cock and moaned into their deep kiss.
That was all it took for the heat in Jason's belly to explode outward, his own body tensing as he thrust into her one final time, coming so hard that stars started to dance behind his eyelids. Even his masturbatory fantasies of her in the last few months hadn't been this intense, leaving him breathless and completely wrung out.
“Sh-shit,” he managed to whisper a long moment later, his senses returning slowly as they both recovered, kiss finally broken, neither daring to move yet.
Lois chuckled against his shoulder, then trailed her tongue up his neck, over what he had to assume was a hickey the size of fucking Texas, with the way it stung. “Even better sober,” she mused.
Christ, they really were stone cold sober this time. Jason stomped down the sudden terror that Big Blue wasn't gonna 'forgive' him this time, the same way he'd run off after finding them together before. No use dreading his own death by heat-vision, when he'd seen the wrath of Mad Dog Lane firsthand, and knew Clark was nothing, compared to her power.
Easing Lois down-and holy hell, slipping out of her was too fucking much sensation, even with the condom that he discarded quickly-Jason smoothed his hands over her hair, her shoulders, and down her arms. She seemed to purr at the touch, and looked up at him with that dark gaze, full of fire and mischief. “I really need a fucking cigarette,” she declared, moving past him to find her panties and pull them back on before grabbing her purse to rummage around in it, finally pulling out something that looked like a plastic pen. “Goddamn moratorium on nicotine. Thank God for water cigarettes. You want one?” Holding up the plastic-water cigarette?-thing in her hand, she took a pull off it, and oddly-scented smoke poured from the end, the tip lighting up red like a real cig's cherry.
Jason just stood there, his mouth hanging open while his brain struggled to catch up.
“Hey, you in there?” Lois prodded, snapping her fingers at him.
A shake of his head, and Jay ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she went about gathering up the rest of her clothes. He managed to make it to his bed just a few steps away in the tiny apartment before dropping down on the mattress, propping his elbows on his knees. “Why are you here?” he ventured. “Besides the obvious, of course.”
Smirking at him as she fastened her bra back in place, the lace fitting snugly and barely containing her breasts, Lois answered, “Had a story to cover in New York, thought I'd make a side trip.”
“A story?”
Coming over to plop down beside him, Lois stretched out on the bed with her legs on his lap. “Mm-hmm. Corruption, scandal, you know, front page sort of thing.”
Okay, better not to ask, he figured then, laying a palm over her soft hip-somehow, she seemed curvier than he remembered, and it was really fucking sexy-and leaning over to kiss her again.
“Thought this was gonna be a one-time thing,” he said warily then, pulling back enough to prop himself up on an elbow.
Lois shrugged. “Guess not.”
Something tugged at the back of Jason's brain at that, and he couldn't help his curiosity. “Look, I don't mean to sound like an ass-hole, mostly because I don't want you to throttle me, but after I left...” Jason paused to get his bearing, feeling like a teenage girl, and swallowed thickly, “you didn't exactly call.”
A laugh surged up from Lois's chest at that, her breasts bouncing with it, and she rolled her eyes at him. “You've got a hell of a lot to learn about older women, kid.”
Jason fought down his automatic bristling at the term 'kid', and smirked down at her, trying not to notice the way her hair splayed out across his pillow, her face still flushed from sex. “Yeah, well, I'd like to buy a clue. What gives?”
Lois raised an eyebrow at him, propping herself up on an elbow to mirror his posture and taking another drag from her plastic cig. “You must not have heard, since you even let me in.”
“Huh?”
Another drag, and Lois sat up all the way, scooting back. “Clark and I reconciled.”
The pit dropped out of Jason's stomach as a dozen images of his own impending death descended on him despite his understanding of the force of Lois Lane, each one in gruesome technicolor that included his own blood spraying everywhere when the Blue Boy Scout ripped him limb from limb, or tore his guts out, or seared his dick off, or, or-
“Hey, whoa, whoa!” Lois said from somewhere far away. “Breathe!”
Seeing her gaze boring into his and feeling her palms on either side of his face, Jay struggled to get control of himself, even as he continued to flip the fuck out, flattening himself to the wall beside the bed.
“It's okay, all right? He fucks his Bat when he wants to, and I can fuck mine. We have an understanding.”
“An understanding?” he spat, wincing at the way it came out as more of a screech. Pulling away from her, he retreated to the end of the bed and got up to go find his jeans, and quick. Pulling them on, he zipped up and turned back to Lois. “You-”
But Lois's expression had turned dark again, and not in any good way. Storm clouds gathered behind her eyes, a warning to anyone that might cross her.
And that's when he finally saw it.
Beneath Lois's lacy panties, her belly was rounded, firm. Not by much, but enough to notice at just the right angle.
His blood turning to ice with utter terror, Jason pointed at her middle and sputtered, “Y-you... are you....”
Lois rolled her eyes again, and took a drag off her fake cig. “You've got a pretty short memory, there, don't you?”
Jason racked his brain, finally coming up with 'one plus one plus liquor plus sex minus condom equals stupid'. “Oh fuck.”
“Look, don't worry about it, okay?” she shrugged, sweeping her hair back. “It's not your problem.”
“Wh-huh? Then it's not-”
“Oh, it's yours,” she asserted as she got up to pull on the rest of her clothes. “Clark... well, he couldn't, and you were the only one,” she explained with a shrug, averting her gaze and looking... ashamed? “It's just somebody else's responsibility.”
His mind spinning, Jason started pacing and pushed his hands through his hair roughly. No way this was happening. No way he'd... he'd... just no way. He'd had a one-night thing with someone that'd needed him for a little while, that was all. Just a one-night stand, a fling, a drunken affair that they'd both needed at the time.
And now he'd fucked Lois again, and she was... was....
“Fuck!”
Nope, Lois was wrong; getting together sober was not better. At all. Not if it came with... with this. Jason was done for. Kaput. Ended. A good soldier, taken too soon.
Now he really wished he still had that stash of K.
“Relax, Jay,” Lois huffed, coming up behind him and gripping his bicep. “If he hasn't killed you yet, he's not going to. You know he won't.”
Jason turned a panicked look on her. “He'll send me to prison. He knows enough to get me locked up in Blackgate for the rest of my life.”
“He won't. If he wants to go on breathing, he'll never lay a hand on you.”
But Jay shook his head, pulling out of her grasp and stalking across the room to grab a red t-shirt and tug it on.
“Jason,” Lois started, but Jay just shook his head again, grabbing a cigarette from the pack on his night table and rummaging in the drawer for his Zippo. “Jay.”
Finally, he met her gaze, unable to stop a shiver as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“We aren't together.”
Jason felt another wave of confusion, and knew it showed on his face when she heaved a sigh at him and rolled her eyes again.
“I said we reconciled, I didn't say we were together. Still married, technically, but that's just for show. Well, and the benefits. We're legally separated, and have separate apartments in the same building. He can come and go as he pleases, and so can I. And if I need him for anything, he's there. That's all.”
“That's all,” Jay repeated dumbly, his mind and body feeling like degraded chewing gum, all fallen apart.
Lois smirked up at him, her multi-colored eyes shining with mischief again. “That's all. So if you're ever in Metropolis again, you can come to the door like a civilized human being.”
Jason couldn't help snorting at that. He- “Wait a minute. I won't be your boy-toy, Lane,” he shot back at her with a mock-pout.
A moment of crackling silence, and the ensuing cracking up that started with Lois and infected Jason quickly was enough to cut through the rest of the tension between them, and they both flopped down on the bed again in hysterics, Jay's cig flicked away, unlit, and Lois clutching her side as she fought for breath through wheezing laughs.
Flopping back to land on his elbows, Jay gathered himself and lifted an eyebrow at Lois. “So no nicotine, huh?”
Lois shook her head, leaning back against the wall. “Nope. And it's been a real pain in the ass, thanks to you getting me hooked on goddamn menthols,” she said, swatting him on the leg.
Jason smiled at her crookedly.
“Well, I guess you know I didn't really come to New York on a story,” Lois admitted then. “Truth is, I was horny as hell. Still am, fucking hormones,” she finished with a swift kick to the air with a bare foot.
“So, you're really gonna....” But Jay wasn't quite sure how to finish that sentence, and just ended it with a questioning look and a glance at her belly, now covered up by her mid-length white skirt and flowing, pale blue blouse.
“Yes,” Lois said more seriously, leaning forward. “And we're gonna be just fine. She's my responsibility.”
A long breath. “And if I want to-”
“You're free to be there, or not. No judgment.”
“Well, I will,” Jason decided, not even allowing himself a moment's hesitation. “But-” he said then, his heart skipping a beat as it hit him. “She?”
Lois smiled deviously, and that was the last thing Jay registered before he was kissing her again, her face cradled in his palm, his blood singing as he tasted strawberries and citrus.
All things considered, yeah, this was definitely better sober.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Lois Lane
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,059
Prompt: For Porn Battle XI: cougar, cigarette, dirty, lust, story, hidden; For kissbingo: Experimental: Fruit; For 50_darkfics: Never
Summary: Months after their one-night stand, Lois visits Jason in New York... with a few surprises.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here, this is the long-awaited (and completely self-indulgent!) third part of the Cougar-verse; follows Cast-Off and The Morning After. Angst warning for Lois and Clark's past break-up and Clark's past infidelity.
Better Sober
Jason only really had enough time to register that Lois had come to his filthy apartment in New York before she'd started stripping them both and he had her propped against the kitchen island, pushing into her in one long, deep stroke. And Jesus fuck, she was tighter than he remembered. It must've been longer than Jay thought since he'd gone to Metropolis and been her rebound boy. A couple months, maybe?
But that didn't exactly matter right now, as he pulled back and pumped into her again, feeling her squeeze him from the inside, her fingers tangled in his hair and pulling till his scalp stung. She tugged his head back, and he went with it, letting his eyes drift shut as she pressed forward to bite and suck at his neck, little whimpers of pleasure escaping her while he set up a rhythm of long, even thrusts. God fucking dammit, it was sweet, and Jason knew he wasn't gonna last long, not like this, with the hottest woman he'd ever fucked-the woman that'd once been Superman's-rocking against him, taking him deeper.
Moving one hand off her thigh where he'd been supporting her-shit, she was strong, hooking her leg around him to compensate-he twined his fingers into her long hair and pulled her head back in turn, dipping down to kiss her thoroughly.
Lois's lips tasted like strawberries and some kind of citrus fruit, sweet and just a little acidic, but underneath was the mint of her toothpaste, the very faint taste of menthol and tobacco-Jason's brand, he'd know it anywhere-and lots of strong coffee. If anything, that spurred him on, and he thrust into her faster, heat pooling in his belly. Lois pulled on his hair harder, ripping strands out, and Jay felt her tense against him, her body going rigid as she convulsed around his cock and moaned into their deep kiss.
That was all it took for the heat in Jason's belly to explode outward, his own body tensing as he thrust into her one final time, coming so hard that stars started to dance behind his eyelids. Even his masturbatory fantasies of her in the last few months hadn't been this intense, leaving him breathless and completely wrung out.
“Sh-shit,” he managed to whisper a long moment later, his senses returning slowly as they both recovered, kiss finally broken, neither daring to move yet.
Lois chuckled against his shoulder, then trailed her tongue up his neck, over what he had to assume was a hickey the size of fucking Texas, with the way it stung. “Even better sober,” she mused.
Christ, they really were stone cold sober this time. Jason stomped down the sudden terror that Big Blue wasn't gonna 'forgive' him this time, the same way he'd run off after finding them together before. No use dreading his own death by heat-vision, when he'd seen the wrath of Mad Dog Lane firsthand, and knew Clark was nothing, compared to her power.
Easing Lois down-and holy hell, slipping out of her was too fucking much sensation, even with the condom that he discarded quickly-Jason smoothed his hands over her hair, her shoulders, and down her arms. She seemed to purr at the touch, and looked up at him with that dark gaze, full of fire and mischief. “I really need a fucking cigarette,” she declared, moving past him to find her panties and pull them back on before grabbing her purse to rummage around in it, finally pulling out something that looked like a plastic pen. “Goddamn moratorium on nicotine. Thank God for water cigarettes. You want one?” Holding up the plastic-water cigarette?-thing in her hand, she took a pull off it, and oddly-scented smoke poured from the end, the tip lighting up red like a real cig's cherry.
Jason just stood there, his mouth hanging open while his brain struggled to catch up.
“Hey, you in there?” Lois prodded, snapping her fingers at him.
A shake of his head, and Jay ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she went about gathering up the rest of her clothes. He managed to make it to his bed just a few steps away in the tiny apartment before dropping down on the mattress, propping his elbows on his knees. “Why are you here?” he ventured. “Besides the obvious, of course.”
Smirking at him as she fastened her bra back in place, the lace fitting snugly and barely containing her breasts, Lois answered, “Had a story to cover in New York, thought I'd make a side trip.”
“A story?”
Coming over to plop down beside him, Lois stretched out on the bed with her legs on his lap. “Mm-hmm. Corruption, scandal, you know, front page sort of thing.”
Okay, better not to ask, he figured then, laying a palm over her soft hip-somehow, she seemed curvier than he remembered, and it was really fucking sexy-and leaning over to kiss her again.
“Thought this was gonna be a one-time thing,” he said warily then, pulling back enough to prop himself up on an elbow.
Lois shrugged. “Guess not.”
Something tugged at the back of Jason's brain at that, and he couldn't help his curiosity. “Look, I don't mean to sound like an ass-hole, mostly because I don't want you to throttle me, but after I left...” Jason paused to get his bearing, feeling like a teenage girl, and swallowed thickly, “you didn't exactly call.”
A laugh surged up from Lois's chest at that, her breasts bouncing with it, and she rolled her eyes at him. “You've got a hell of a lot to learn about older women, kid.”
Jason fought down his automatic bristling at the term 'kid', and smirked down at her, trying not to notice the way her hair splayed out across his pillow, her face still flushed from sex. “Yeah, well, I'd like to buy a clue. What gives?”
Lois raised an eyebrow at him, propping herself up on an elbow to mirror his posture and taking another drag from her plastic cig. “You must not have heard, since you even let me in.”
“Huh?”
Another drag, and Lois sat up all the way, scooting back. “Clark and I reconciled.”
The pit dropped out of Jason's stomach as a dozen images of his own impending death descended on him despite his understanding of the force of Lois Lane, each one in gruesome technicolor that included his own blood spraying everywhere when the Blue Boy Scout ripped him limb from limb, or tore his guts out, or seared his dick off, or, or-
“Hey, whoa, whoa!” Lois said from somewhere far away. “Breathe!”
Seeing her gaze boring into his and feeling her palms on either side of his face, Jay struggled to get control of himself, even as he continued to flip the fuck out, flattening himself to the wall beside the bed.
“It's okay, all right? He fucks his Bat when he wants to, and I can fuck mine. We have an understanding.”
“An understanding?” he spat, wincing at the way it came out as more of a screech. Pulling away from her, he retreated to the end of the bed and got up to go find his jeans, and quick. Pulling them on, he zipped up and turned back to Lois. “You-”
But Lois's expression had turned dark again, and not in any good way. Storm clouds gathered behind her eyes, a warning to anyone that might cross her.
And that's when he finally saw it.
Beneath Lois's lacy panties, her belly was rounded, firm. Not by much, but enough to notice at just the right angle.
His blood turning to ice with utter terror, Jason pointed at her middle and sputtered, “Y-you... are you....”
Lois rolled her eyes again, and took a drag off her fake cig. “You've got a pretty short memory, there, don't you?”
Jason racked his brain, finally coming up with 'one plus one plus liquor plus sex minus condom equals stupid'. “Oh fuck.”
“Look, don't worry about it, okay?” she shrugged, sweeping her hair back. “It's not your problem.”
“Wh-huh? Then it's not-”
“Oh, it's yours,” she asserted as she got up to pull on the rest of her clothes. “Clark... well, he couldn't, and you were the only one,” she explained with a shrug, averting her gaze and looking... ashamed? “It's just somebody else's responsibility.”
His mind spinning, Jason started pacing and pushed his hands through his hair roughly. No way this was happening. No way he'd... he'd... just no way. He'd had a one-night thing with someone that'd needed him for a little while, that was all. Just a one-night stand, a fling, a drunken affair that they'd both needed at the time.
And now he'd fucked Lois again, and she was... was....
“Fuck!”
Nope, Lois was wrong; getting together sober was not better. At all. Not if it came with... with this. Jason was done for. Kaput. Ended. A good soldier, taken too soon.
Now he really wished he still had that stash of K.
“Relax, Jay,” Lois huffed, coming up behind him and gripping his bicep. “If he hasn't killed you yet, he's not going to. You know he won't.”
Jason turned a panicked look on her. “He'll send me to prison. He knows enough to get me locked up in Blackgate for the rest of my life.”
“He won't. If he wants to go on breathing, he'll never lay a hand on you.”
But Jay shook his head, pulling out of her grasp and stalking across the room to grab a red t-shirt and tug it on.
“Jason,” Lois started, but Jay just shook his head again, grabbing a cigarette from the pack on his night table and rummaging in the drawer for his Zippo. “Jay.”
Finally, he met her gaze, unable to stop a shiver as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“We aren't together.”
Jason felt another wave of confusion, and knew it showed on his face when she heaved a sigh at him and rolled her eyes again.
“I said we reconciled, I didn't say we were together. Still married, technically, but that's just for show. Well, and the benefits. We're legally separated, and have separate apartments in the same building. He can come and go as he pleases, and so can I. And if I need him for anything, he's there. That's all.”
“That's all,” Jay repeated dumbly, his mind and body feeling like degraded chewing gum, all fallen apart.
Lois smirked up at him, her multi-colored eyes shining with mischief again. “That's all. So if you're ever in Metropolis again, you can come to the door like a civilized human being.”
Jason couldn't help snorting at that. He- “Wait a minute. I won't be your boy-toy, Lane,” he shot back at her with a mock-pout.
A moment of crackling silence, and the ensuing cracking up that started with Lois and infected Jason quickly was enough to cut through the rest of the tension between them, and they both flopped down on the bed again in hysterics, Jay's cig flicked away, unlit, and Lois clutching her side as she fought for breath through wheezing laughs.
Flopping back to land on his elbows, Jay gathered himself and lifted an eyebrow at Lois. “So no nicotine, huh?”
Lois shook her head, leaning back against the wall. “Nope. And it's been a real pain in the ass, thanks to you getting me hooked on goddamn menthols,” she said, swatting him on the leg.
Jason smiled at her crookedly.
“Well, I guess you know I didn't really come to New York on a story,” Lois admitted then. “Truth is, I was horny as hell. Still am, fucking hormones,” she finished with a swift kick to the air with a bare foot.
“So, you're really gonna....” But Jay wasn't quite sure how to finish that sentence, and just ended it with a questioning look and a glance at her belly, now covered up by her mid-length white skirt and flowing, pale blue blouse.
“Yes,” Lois said more seriously, leaning forward. “And we're gonna be just fine. She's my responsibility.”
A long breath. “And if I want to-”
“You're free to be there, or not. No judgment.”
“Well, I will,” Jason decided, not even allowing himself a moment's hesitation. “But-” he said then, his heart skipping a beat as it hit him. “She?”
Lois smiled deviously, and that was the last thing Jay registered before he was kissing her again, her face cradled in his palm, his blood singing as he tasted strawberries and citrus.
All things considered, yeah, this was definitely better sober.
~*~*~*~